Post by Violet Abendroth on Sept 19, 2009 20:16:21 GMT -5
Violet Wilhelmina Abendroth.
650. Female. Devilish. Witch.
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WHAT CAN YOU DO?Violet is a witch hailing from the middle ages, specializing in mysticism involving life-force and vital energies.
Violet hasn't survived since the black plague by benefitting mankind with white magic. Her life-span is stolen. She saps the life-forces of others in order to continue to live, through ritual and sacrifice to her patron deity. Angels, demons, vampires, werewolves, they're all immune. Her targets are humans and other witches. If she should sap a human dry, she's given another year of life, and once the year is done, every day that passes she ages a full year, until she should take another human. In the case of a witch, it's different. Witches will give her half a century, 50 years of added span; however, there's a catch with witches. In the case of humans, she's fully capable of performing the spell herself, but in the case of witches, the witch must perform the spell for her, thereby, granting their life-force to her. What witch would possibly do such a thing? That's the tricky part. All the witch needs to do is draw the proper symbol, and say the right name, and Violet is granted their life-force, regardless of if they drew the symbol, and the incantation of the spell just so happened to include the right name with the intention of casting, say, a love spell, or a hex, or perhaps even something of protection. Violet just has to deceive them.
Other than thieving life-force, Violet is skilled in the rest of the craft, generally speaking, from black to white. She's well versed in charms, potions, hexes, curses, protections, and bindings.
Violet can see, hear and speak to the dead. She reads tarot, tea leaves, rune stones, pendulums, and uses a traditional witch's board (origins of the ouija board). She uses diviner tools to seek out an appropriate target to prolong her own lifespan, thereby seeming to be in the "right place at the right time." She can also detect select other supernaturals in her general vicinity (Witches, Angels, Demons, Fallen Angels, and Werewolves. She cannot detect Vampires and Hunters.).
Violet's magic tends to take on a... surprise! Violet manifestation in color.
TELL US ALL ABOUT YOU!
Violet was born in Germany, sometime in the mid-14th century C.E. Her father was unknown. She began practicing witchcraft when she was very young, her mother being a very capable witch and teaching her daughter everything she knew. They studied the family grimoires intently, and Violet learned everything she possibly could, until, as was the case, her mother died. Plague became rampant, and Violet serviced her village with herbs, potions, and other healing rituals, but the villagers were fickle, and as soon as the threat of plague had all but vanished, they went after her. Violet was cast out; she lived on the outskirts, in the forests, and she plotted her revenge.
Her spells worked to grant health, so naturally, they could work towards the opposite, but through the consultation of spirits, malignant ones, she learned a means to take the health of people and take it unto herself, through ritual and sacrifice. Through a pact with a certain demonic force, she vowed to grant him with the life forces of individual peoples once per year, in exchange for pro-longed life. The village was hit with a new plague, and Violet slowly yet surely lured them all, one by one into the woods and sacrificed them to her deity, each one granting her an extra year on the earthly plane.
Violet is eccentric, odd, cool, confident, and ever observant. She listens for whispers and searches for longing eyes. She gives them spells, seduces them with promises of increased happiness, then she steals their very lives. Her "master" is especially interested in witches, finding their life-forces much more 'delicious' than that of mere humans, so Violet gets a little bonus of 50 more years for getting him a witch to consume, but they must give of their own free will, whether knowingly or by being tricked into it.
She's unique in dress and follows her own rules of fashion, whether she deigns to wear vintage or modern. She especially favors a Gothic lolita look, but she's been known to take on everything from sophisticated to the dull drab trends of the present, depending on whom she has selected as worthy of being sacrificed and the part she desires to play that day. She's an average height of 5' 6", and in her usual, youthful state, her waist is slim, her hips rounded, and her chest perky. 36"-24"-36". She has a natural, golden blonde hair color, but it's variable. Her eyes are a striking green, and her strongest physical attribute are her cheekbones and neck.
She's the friend you always wished you had. She compliments, flatters, and never attempts to outdo. She stands by your side, enhances your well-being, and then when she has you right where she wants you, she takes.
wow, i'm glad to be joining URBAN ARCANA. my name just so happens to be Alex, and the celebrity who i am using just so happens to be Ivona Jukic. i've been doing this for 8 years, so i pretty much know how this all works.
-- rp sample here...
9 months ago...
Carmen left the agency in a huff, spiked heels clacking on the steps of the stoop as she emerged out onto the sidewalk, into the bustle of people. Her tall, lean frame strutted through the crowd, with beautiful, dark hair swishing to her tapered waist, with an opposite movement of her rocking hips. She found a seat on a bench by the street, ears full of honks and shouts from the compacted stretch of cars filling the road and slammed her purse beside her, immediately shoving a cigarette between her plump lips and lighting the tip. Smoke left her nostrils, and she checked her text messages, flicking back rogue strands of the black hair that threw off the sun with its shine. "it didnt work out..." She wrote in text to her friend Arlene, before flipping the phone together and dismissing it into her bag.
"Got a light?" A woman asked her, as she sat down beside her. The woman was older, probably in her early fourties, with dyed red hair in a tight bun, but the roots were graying; regardless, the woman had aged well, and Carmen could respect the beauty in her own right. The woman wore a black pinstripe suit, with a ruffled white shirt, and a cameo choked around the collar.
Carmen handed her a simple bic lighter, and the woman lit her own cigarette, black in color, and it smelled like spices. "You look down." The woman said, with smoke seeping from her colored cherry red lips.
"Just frustrated." Carmen replied, toying with the idea of getting her cell phone and checking to see if Arlene had responded.
"Care to chat about it?" The woman asked, with a quirk of her eyebrow, looking to Carmen with an empathetic eye.
Carmen gave in with little hesitation. "Well, basically, my agent said there's no work for me. I'm either too dark, too light, too skinny, too fat, too short, too tall, too much hips, too little boobs, and you know..."
The woman smiled. "Stand up for me."
Carmen stood and turned to the seated woman, a hand resting upon her hip. "Turn." The woman said, and Carmen obeyed, turning to the left and right.
"I have work for you..." The woman said. "My name's Violet, and I run an agency. Here..." Violet reached into her purse, with a one-sided smile, almost mischievous, she removed a card and handed it to Carmen. "...My card. I actually have a couple of accounts that are in need of your exact specifications. It'll be a lot of work, but I'm sure you'll be able to handle it. If you'd like, next Friday we can meet and discuss the arrangements and perhaps get you an in-person interview with your prospective clients."
Carmen's mouth nearly dropped. "Yea, sure, sure! What time? And next Friday?"
Violet adjusted the pair of sleek, silver spectacles on her nose over her brilliant green eyes and produced a date book and fountain pen. "I like to meet with my potential models one-on-one. How about over dinner? My house? 8 o'clock, sharp. You can expect to be there late. I take your measurements myself, and I have a new portfolio photographed by one of my personal photographers. You won't be home before midnight."
Carmen couldn't refuse. She thought she was dreaming. What luck! She nodded eagerly. "Oh, don't worry! You can keep me all night if you like! You're sure you can get me work?"
Violet looked up, after scribbling the time. "Absolutely. I don't solicit useless girls..." She checked her watch, and flicked her cigarette into the gutter. "...I've got to run, but I'm so glad to have met you, and I'll see you friday. Don't be late." Violet stood and shook Carmen's hand, before swinging her purse over her shoulder and sashaying into the crowd without a second glance.
Carmen looked down at the card, still dumbfounded by what just happened. "Silent Garden Modeling." She'd never heard of the agency, but it was a start at least.
Carmen arrived at the house a couple minutes before 8 o'clock. It was a beautiful neighborhood; it even had little fences around the trees. She parked in front of the house, admiring its height and wondering if the entirety was Violet's own. She stepped out of her little red coupe and waltzed up the stoop, banging the door knocker for it to echo through the lit insides.
Violet answered, opening the mahogony door wide, and Carmen was chocked by her appearance. The few gray strays of the week before had turned into a mass mixed in with the fake copper color, and the hair had grown at least a couple feet, billowing down well past Violet's derriere. Of course, she couldn't be sure, as the woman's hair had been up, but it surely hadn't been that long, and the crow's feet! The wrinkles! Violet looked as if she'd aged years in that short span of time.
Carmen attributed it to lack of make-up and entered into the lavishly furnished foyer, of black and white checkered tiles. Violet closed the door behind her, and Carmen basked in the rich light from the hanging chandelier atop the cathedral ceilings. The walls were coated in portraits, hand painted and photographed, all of Violet, which Carmen assumed to have been her younger days. Had Violet been a famous model herself?
Violet led her up the long, spiral staircase leading from the foyer to the second floor. Her long, silken red robe fluttered behind her, trimmed with black feathers on the bellsleeves and collar. Horribly gaudy, but it suited Violet.
Carmen followed Violet up the stairs and down a dimly lit hall, once more lined with self-portraits of a woman she now saw as vainer than Lucifer himself.
Violet's aged, bony hand gestured to a room to the left, and she turned to Carmen. "We'll take your photographs in there."
Carmen was taken a back. "I thought we were having dinner?"
Violet smiled. "After work, of course."
Carmen hesitated. "What about the measurements?"
Violet shook her head, with a light, subtle chortle. "No, no, no, we'll get your portfolio completed first, then worry about those."
Carmen was convinced by her confidence and conceded, opening the door slowly and stepping inside. The room was pitch black. Where was the photographer? She searched for a switch, and when the lights came on, she realized it wasn't a studio.
The room was all mirrors, and in the center a long, black table made of polished obsidian. The floor was etched with symbols, hexagrams, seals, and other occult signs.
She turned to leave, heart now pulsing as she realized the apparent deception, and she faced Violet for only an instant, as the old woman took a large picture frame and smacked Carmen over the head, breaking the thick frame on her skull. WHACK! "I liked that picture..." Violet mused, walking around Carmen's unconscious body and gripping her ankles, she dragged it toward the table. The door shut.
did i mention this application template was created by JESSICA. She was bored, and felt inspired. So yeah, credit is due where it is due. She goes by GAGA @ CAUTION. Not that it matters since she rarely posts anything there.
